What I Learned From Learn-A-Palooza
Learning! We rarely do it. That's why I was excited for last Saturday's "Learn-A-Palooza," an entire day dedicated to the task. Last week, I made up a schedule (from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m.) of the self-help workshops and skill tutorials from which I hoped to learn. Then I highlighted it, because highlighting schedules aids in learning.
Here's what I learned:
10 a.m. "Everything you wanted to know about Giant Pandas": Asleep.
What I learned: N/A
11 a.m. "Do you own your life?": Asleep.
What I learned: N/A
1 p.m. "How to get out of a speeding ticket": Awake! Not exactly out of bed.
What I learned: I sure am sleepy!
3 p.m. "Learn to shoot pool": Attended! At Bedrock Billiards, a pool pro by the name of Ben Kao taught a room full of wannabe sharks how to finesse a "dead ball," a "feather shot," and a "left English." The trim, bun-haired master also let drop that in the middle of his life, he took a 20-year hiatus from pool, prompting the question--POW, Navy SEAL, or cryogenic vacation?
What I learned: I am not very good at pool.
4 p.m. "How to create a memorable character": Skipped, on account of extra pool practice---okay, beer drinking, cue-holding, and "the-'ol-one-eyed-shot-line-up" practice.
What I learned: I am really not very good at pool.
5 p.m. "How to find gay men in the city: A fag hag's guide to D.C.": Skipped, because, seriously, somebody needs to learn this? Didn't they see the line outside of Town on Madonnarama night?
What I learned:N/A
7 p.m. "How to dance at a party": Attended. A DJ, a dance major, and some other lady ... taught ... something. I already know how to dance at a party, but stuck around anyway for the free booze. I did come away with one new move: Two dancers face each other and mime double-dutch jump-rope while other dancers jump in the middle to freestyle (okay, I was drunk).
What I learned: Always stick around for the free booze.
Comments
Leave a Reply
You can follow any responses to this entry through its comments RSS feed.








7:06 pm
hey now!
I taught the fag hag class and while there were no free drinks and no pool cues, people showed up (fag hags looking for others, gays NEW to the city... what a shocker? there are people who are NEW to DC? whoa! who-da-thunk)
Oh, and a BIG reason you would go to this class would be to learn how to find gays WITHOUT standing in long lines and paying a stiff cover to dance with drunk or drugged out Aberzombies.
That's all!
Deb